Damn, people. It's not "cool to not have to wear a bra..."

So, on Ye Olde Facebooke, I linked to a photo of a beautiful woman on the beach with her 2 children. And no breasts. She has no breasts because she had breast cancer and had to remove them to rid her body of the deadly cells, and didn't have reconstruction. So she went to the beach with her children, topless. Because she no longer has a "top".

And I saw a friend reposted it.

And that was her little stupid blurt.

I have heard some shit during this process. Free implants is a popular one. Now this.

If everyone could understand how fucking mutilated we feel. How violated our bodies are. How we've been hacked to pieces, burnt to a crisp, poisoned, and will never look like we once did. And, by the way, every step of the process hurts physically and mentally. I am incredibly uncomfortable, every day. Since October. 7 months. But hey - I'm getting free implants! And scar tissue! And pesky lymph nodes are gone! And I'm radioactive and on some medication that could kill me! WHOOPPEEEEEE!

That's my little rant for the day. What do you say to someone who lost their legs? "Oooh, no more shoes! Think of the savings!!!" Or, "Lucky you, I guess you just get to roll everywhere now! No more pesky walking!"

Yeah. Fuck you.

Seriously, I am in a great mood. I have had an amazing day, though my daughter came home about 6 hours early because, apparently, homework was not possible at her dad's house. So, my plans for a pedicure were sort of foiled, though I did loofah and moisturize my tootsies and put on a fresh coat of the most amazing bright blue mineral nailpolish and feel just fine about it (really, I wanted someone to beat the shit out of the soles of my feet... I can handle the polish just fine) But that's ok. We had a nice sushi lunch, and my girl made homemade mac and cheese for dinner.

I'm just glad I woke at 6 today. Saw the hubby off on his flight, warmed up, hit the gym, and even went food shopping before the Lord of the Stupid texted me because he couldn't comprehend 6th grade homework. And no, it wasn't difficult. It's creative and beautiful. Glad I am here for my daughter. I keep my mouth shut about her father's idiocy as much as I can, and am so glad for my husband to help support me. But, damn. Seriously???

Okey dokes, off to check on her progress again. Because I really want to cuddle up and watch a movie with my best girl!